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Jessica fell onto the floor exhausted through the intense cooking that Cynthia and Cassandra put her through. Cynthia and Cassandra were both eating a piece of the casserole.

"It's ok, needs something more." Cynthia said as she swallowed a forkful of carrot cake, brownie and cream cheese frosting.

"Yes, I know. Rather bland." Cassandra replied dryly as she scooped some mango ice cream onto her plate. The two girls quickly finished eating then rapped up the rest of the casserole into nice little pieces. There was a lot left over, 17 peices, they left one out for Jessica. Cynthia left with 6 peices in her bag as she walked over to her next class, English.

"Hi Lizzie!" Cynthia shouted as she pulled out a peice of casserole from her bag and handed it to Elizabeth. She tentatively took it and put it away in her bag. Cynthia sat down next to her and started to zone out. She looke over to Diego and the people he was sitting with and quickly snorted.

"That kid is so sad. All he could do is make chocolate cookies." Cynthia snickered, watching him hold a bag full of them.

"Not everyone has as...refined?...tastes as you, Snydey." Elizabeth explained. Cynthia wasn't really paying attention as she drifted off thinking about more recipes she could do. She started drooling as she started daydreaming. Elizabeth kept on nudging her throughout the class, but she just couldn't stay focused at all. After a while the class was over and Cynthia went to her next class, applied sciences.

"Hi Katerina!" Cynthia shouted as she entered the class. Katerina was the last of her four friends. Katerina is rather intelligent and has many... unpopular interests. She loves playing video games, watching anime and doing brain puzzles. She really shouldn't have been in the Applied sciences class, but she was sick of being called a braniac in the other classes. Here everyone was equal. Mr. Trumbles walked into the room, nearly tripping and smashing all the eggs he was carrying.

"I wonder what's he doing." Cynthia asked. Katerina sighed with a laugh. Many classes were filled with building sturdy devices for eggs to travel in to get past obstacles. Katerina had found out the trick a long time ago, just cover it in a lot of padding. Since then she has gotten bored of that and tries to challenge herself each day. This time, no soft objects.

"Today class, you are going to have to build a cart for an egg to go down this ramp without breaking." Mr. Trumbles explained. He pointed to a meter high ramp that had a 45 degrees slope. Cynthia groaned, this looked impossible to her.

"Don't worry this will be easy." Katerina comforted as she started thinking of a contraption. She designed a box made out of straws, with the egg in the middle attached with Rubber bands that would turn with the movement. The straws would basicaly go down the ramp like stairs, and the egg would bounce all over the place without once actually hitting anything. Once it would reach the bottom it would just stop moving. Just as she anticipated it worked perfectly and Mr. Trumbles let the two leave early to lunch.

"Great job Kat! Now we can meet everyone for lunch! I wonder what my dad packed my today." Cynthia said with a drool.

(Bron): If you leave someone in charge of your character, we can make sure Karai doesn’t get left behind.

Lucy ‘Luc’ Briar [C]

3. US History - Miss Caramel

Miss Caramel scolded Marissa. The girl that like being called Marly, or was it Mari? Luc didn’t care enough to know for sure what her nickname was. It was slightly funny though, Miss Caramel was so easy going in general, maybe Marissa’s make-up habit made her feel threatened, she was an aging beauty after all. Not old, defiantly not old, only 20 or 30 something, but age was starting to show in fine lines around her eyes.

The rest of class was pretty uneventful, just Miss Caramel droning on about ancient America.

Lunch -Mr. Warden‘s Room-

Finally the lunch bell rang. Luc made a quick stop at her locker to drop off her History book and then another stop at the vending machines to get some trail mix and a sports drink since she hadn’t packed a lunch and wasn’t going to the cafeteria.

She headed down to Mr. Warden’s room. She could see that Pete was already waiting. She moved inside and surveyed the room. Empty, as she had expected. Mr. Warden spent his lunch in the teacher’s lounge, because it was completely and utterly student free.

She grabbed a chair, “Let’s sit in a circle, that way we can be sure someone's watching every window and the door.” They didn’t want to lock the door though, that would look more suspicious if anyone came around. Not that she expected anyone to come around here this time of day anyways.

U.S. History was all right in Diego's mind. Once more, he was sitting and doing well. Not much happened being seeing the popular girl being her. He didn't like her and he glared at her to make sure she knew. He could feel his dark side plotting to humilate her. He was sitting near Karai and was being smile and such. He couldn't wait for lunch. Mainly because of all the stuff they were going to talk about. The dark cogs in his mind began spinning. He then recalled the manga Death Note...

Diego took a deep breath before he headed for lunch with his bag of cookies and his lunch sack.

Diego arrived in the room with a smile and placed down his box of cookies for people to take while he took a V8 Sparking Water (Strawberry Lemonade) and a GoPicnic Salmon & Crackers

He enocuraged for everyone to dig in.

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As Jon walked across the room, he set down his backpack near his desk. He leaned forward onto the desk and looked at the worksheet which the teacher had placed on top of his table. Once the other students arrived they used the opportunity to study their notes in preparation for the quiz. Mr. Minamimoto moved in front of the classroom and picked up the mic which he had kept in the corner wired to a few amps in his stride.

"Attention, all 000s! Today, we have a pop quiz! If you fail, prepare for iteration unlike any you've ever experienced! Seriously; every one of you should know this by now, and, if you brain-dead binomials don't get it, I'm going to factor y'all up!"

Right; no pressure...

"Also, if you get a 95 or below on it, you'll be subjected to the horrors of the peanut gallery! In other words: study hall for an hour after school."

...Damnit.

"You may derive in 3... 2... 1."

They all worked fiercely on the quiz. It was so zetta easy; a little too easy. Jon tried to notice what was screwy or designed to trip everyone up before he wrote his answer down or opted to work on anything. Everyone kept checking over their answers and the problems for it, and, every moment, someone kept finding something new to correct.

Eventually class ended and everyone handed their quizzes to the people at the front desks.

Felix entered the History classroom, briefly waving to Miss Caramel; before grabbing a seat rather close to the center of the room. He fidgeted around with his Iphone shortly before the final bell rang, he pushed it to the edge of his desk; wondering what the lesson could possibly be today.

Miss. Caramel stood at the front of the class, continuing her lecture about witches and pilgrims. It was a rather boring class, as per usual. Felix had to stop himself from letting out a rather large and over exaggerated yawn. Felix looked around; seeing quite a few members of the coven here with him, he decided he’d just follow one of them out, seeing as he wasn’t quite sure where to go.

Miss. Caramel said a certain page number, but Felix really couldn’t hear her. He had his eyes on the cheer captain. He, like everyone else, didn’t really care for marly; however he remained civil with her, trying not to cause a world of hurt for himself. However, today, Marly had decided it was a good idea to fix up her hair and makeup in class; Felix rolled his eyes and carelessly flipped through his textbook, looking for that damn page.

Miss Caramel scolded Marly, before looking over at him; some the the teachers seemed to struggle with his name.

“Do you need help finding the page?” She asked rather pleasantly, coming to stand beside him. Felix nodded, smiling up at the teacher.

“Thanks Miss.” He said, quietly as she directed him to the correct page in the textbook. I read through the page, faintly hearing Miss Caramel’s voice droned into a lecture. Luckily, the bell rang, with no homework presented to us. I grinned, scooping up my Iphone, bag, and books. He walked to his locker, promptly opening the lock and putting in his textbook. He grabbed his coat and slowly walked down the halls; luckily, he spotted a familiar face heading towards Mr. Warden’s room. He followed and came to sit in the room, seeing Pete, Diego, and Luc already there. He had so many questions on his mind as he sat down, pulling an orange juice out of his bag. He sat in one of the seats in a circle as Luc told them to do.

Felix took a sip of his orange juice and looked at the faces around him, he decided to wait for everyone else before beginning some sort of topic about the book.

I was borrrrred once she started to lecture. Even the reading we did in Warden's class kept more of my attention than this for some reason. So the class finally ended as we finished discussing the last topic of the day and the bell rang. I closed my laptop and put it away, checked my email on my Galaxy, grinned at Felix using an outdated iCrap phone, and followed my friends out. As they went toward room 107 which was Warden's class, I decided I would get Lunch after all. Where we spend our lunch is our business, and we're allowed to go out with our food or miss it entirely if we want to. I hoped I wouldn't be too late.

The line was decently long, but it moved fast. Today was Pizza day, and I charmed the lunchlady into giving me a full pie. After explaining that my friends were too worn out from classes to get lunch for themselves, I complemented her on her figure and gave her some exercise tips, which she happily traded for the pie. All 8 slices worth. Some people were staring at me walk out with the pie, but I had it covered. "What? This? This is for my friends who can't come to eat lunch." I walked past security and Bill the guard didn't even give me a second look. He had previously noticed my friends were not at lunch while patrolling the Lunchroom, so my story checked out.

I climbed the stairs out of the basement and headed for room 107 where my friends were by now. Opening the door, I was a bit late but no doubt they'd excuse me when they saw why. I sat down in the circle, crossing my legs. In this position my chest was more exposed than usual, but what were they going to do, have a nosebleeed? If the guys had a boner we wouldn't be able to see it anyway. I had hoped that they'd gotten used to the clothes I wear by now.

After I was comfortable I slid the Pizza box to the middle of the circle. "Here's why I was late." I declared as I picked up a piece of the pizza and started to eat hungrily. I'd work it off later in last period as well as my home gym.

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Deigo showed up not long after Luc met Pete at Mr. Warden’s room, joining the circle and putting out his cookies from before. Felix followed. Then came Karai with a whole pizza. She’d anticipated that some of them would skimp on lunch because the were more interested in the book. Actually, Luc tended to skimp on lunch. She didn’t want to get fat, but she didn’t really like ‘health food’ either.

Karai sat down on the floor, crisscross. Luc could see so far spor… ahem, Luc turned to her bag and pulled out the journal. Nearly everyone was here, and she wasn’t sure the other two were coming.

She’d heard something about Hank going home early, sick or something, not that she really cared. He was a jock that hadn’t wanted to hang with them in the first place, much less join their Coven.

She’d hardly ever saw Jon during school, so she wasn’t sure he knew where they were meeting. She hoped someone would have passed the message to him, but she wasn’t sure anyone else had class with him either.

(PokeLegend: Since this is true, um, well, your character is going to have to search for us when he realizes we aren’t in the usual spot in the lunchroom. Which means he’ll probably miss the beginning of the meeting.)

So there they were, Luc, Pete, Diego, Felix, and Karai.

Luc looked at the book, then scanned the windows and the small window on the door to make sure no one was around. She then looked out over the circle, “So witches, it looked like our spell worked. The old tree is dead. What should we do now?”

As Diego passed around the cookies, he saw the journal and gulped. "Well... we need to do more proof that could prove to us it does work instead of just being coincidence. However, what we can do to ensure it could work. We also need to decide what could we use it for..." Diego stated as he heard in his mind chuckling.

Diego blushed when he saw Karai though he did also smile at her.

"Why don't we all write one thing down, a minor misfortune or whatever to test what we could do to another person?" Diego proposed. He began thinking if the book could understand code and such. While they were all friends, such power could tempt one another. Diego let out a breath as he began eating to calm himself down.

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“So witches, it looked like our spell worked. The old tree is dead. What should we do now?”

Pete had been preparing this thought for a while now, but he wanted to make sure he could sway things in his favor, as to not make anyone else suspicious.

"Well... we need to do more proof that could prove to us it does work instead of just being coincidence. However, what we can do to ensure it could work. We also need to decide what could we use it for..."

Time was ticking away at the hour, and Pete needed to get his hands on that journal... ‘but how? How do I get it away from the others? They’d notice right away... hmm... this’ll be tough, but who can I trust? Who is the best person to.. entrust... my decisions with... obviously I cant tell them everything... ‘

"Why don't we all write one thing down, a minor misfortune or whatever to test what we could do to another person?" suggested Diego in a calm manner. He seemed to be really calm... until he notice Diego glancing at Karai. This caused Pete to think about things a bit differently.

‘Well, Diego’s a no go... he’s to into Karai, and knowing him, he’d probably share my info with Karai... and well that and I get the feeling he doesn’t totally like me, but I could be wrong on that part... Hmm... Right now, my options are Felix and... Luc... this isn’t getting me anywhere.’

Pete surveyed the empty room, looking for any places to hide objects, only for him to remeber that he didn’t have any classes in this room. Maybe there was a chance he could come back later? No... his classes were on the entire opposite side of the building. He grabbed a slice of pizza Karai brought and started eating. Eating gave him a brilliant strategy that he never had considered.

‘Why do I have to rip a page out, when I could get someone else to... dirty their hands and not mine... that IS law number 26 of power.’ He thought now knowing his full strategy. HIs plan was simple. Go along with everyone else, act like them and start to get at what their most emotional state was, and crush it, all while never telling them what he was planning. He wouldn’t be in charge of the whole situation, that was what Luc was for, and he’d get one member of the coven to follow him blindly, doing everything he’d say, while still keep his own hands clean. ‘Laws 3, 7, 11, 14, 15, 17, 26, 27, 29, 33, 38, 43, and 46. 38 is a must... now don’t screw this up... this could really work... I just need a lackey... someone unaware of my plans... who... wait... Didn’t I already think this? Perhaps I could sway Luc somehow. I just have to figure out if she can be defrosted...’

Now, he was ready to bring his idea to the table.

“What if,” Pete started while munching on the piece of pizza, “we each wrote one thing, alone. And no one else was allowed to look at what we wrote. It could only be minor, nothing like: ‘Felix dies of a Heart attack”, no offense Felix, but like then once we write it, we scribble it out, so no one can see what we wrote, we can test to see what works and what doesn't if you scribble it out, AND it becomes a good trust exercise to prove that we do, in fact, all trust each other with what we write in the book.”

"Alright; these worksheets on meiotic cell division are due tomorrow..." Mrs. Filos, Jon's Biology teacher, explained to the class after the period began as all the students moved up to her desk to get them.

Jon headed back to his desk and worked on it for a few minutes; it was the simplest assignment which they received in weeks. Some of them were actually doing their work before school ended; a few listened to music as they did it. Everyone else who didn't would probably do their work later; they were all chilling out for now. Most of the other students were talking about what happened lately; some students looked at a few things on Facebook or Twitter; several were texting students in different classes; about half of the students in the classroom were conversing about people who had recently switched their subjects, obscene markings all over their cars, multiple brilliant jokes, what video games they were playing lately, and what everyone had done prior to this today.

Eventually Jon finished the work and rested on his desk until it was over as everyone left the class for Lunch.

Lunch - Wandering the Hallways

He moved out to the cafeteria and, after a while, got a pizza in addition to a couple of milk cartons and a Gatorade bottle. He spotted Karai on the way across the line. He saw her head out to her English class. He followed her silently.

She's probably going to meet up with them; she definitely will if she has considered in the least what we should be spending this class for.

She didn't notice him at all on the way to Mr. Warden's room, but despite this, to be fair, he remained many yards away and out of sight; he didn't exactly follow her closely. Once she entered, he decided to wait outside and listen for about a minute. After they talked to each other for a moment and contemplated what they would do to test the notebook, he walked in. He opened the door casually, and looked at the Coven of, as Luc called them, witches.

Diego spoke up first in response to Luc’s question. He felt writing down a few minor misfortunes to test the books limitations was a good plan. Pete on the other hand, want to allow everyone to write one thing without anyone else looking. An exercise in trust.

Yeah… Luc looked at the door Jon had just come in, then at Pete, “If we really trust each other, we shouldn’t need to hide our spells. If we don’t, then we shouldn’t be allowed to hide our spells. Either way, it’s probably safer if we all agree on what we’re doing... what we’re casting.”

“I like Diego’s plan better,” she continued, “we’ll all come up with a few suggestions of what to write down, and any we can all agree on, let’s write down.”

She thought it over a minute, keeping a watchful eye on the windows. What would she suggest? She thought about Miss Caramel, no, that wouldn’t do. What if Miss Caramel go fired and they ended up with another Mr. Warden? Ugh. Now there was someone she wanted to put a curse on. She fiddled with the journal, “What if we... do something, not anything deadly, just something to prevent Mr. Warden from showing up for a while? Maybe some other teachers as well?”

After leaving the boring History Class, Marly made her way to the lunchroom. Using her charm she cut high in the line lessening her wait in the line. All she got was a salad and water for lunch, something good for her and would keep her nice and slim; gaining weight would be terrible. She walked over to the side of the cafeteria where all the popular people sat; she found the table where all of the current Cheerleaders sat. They chatted among themselves and occasionally giggled and judging from where their eyes turned to quite often the subject was boys. As she sat down with them their attention turned to her.

“Oh Marly, listen to this Stephanie has a crush!” Diana Wright, a brunette with amber eyes, told her and the black haired girl seemed a mixture of fluster and anger as she told her to keep her voice down. The other girls burst into laughter, Marly, herself, even chuckled. “Come on now, who is the mystery man?” The girl continued to tease her.

“Dave Walker,” She said soft but loud enough that the other girls at the table could hear it over other voice in the lunchroom. And the girl went wild again as they began to talk about they thought were his finer points. The girl’s brown eyes turned to Marly. “What do think I should do, should I just go up and confess?”

“First you need to strut, show some stuff off and see if he interested. If he is, make sure first he doesn’t have a girlfriend before you pounce.” That was the blonde advice and all the other girls agreed with her statement. The listen to Marly as if her words were above all others.

“I think Hank Bilmeyer, super hunky!” Another of the girls spoke up and everyone listened up. “He’s so tall, muscular, has pretty blue eyes and blonde buzz cut make him looked so manly.”

“It is true Hank is super attractive but you have to careful around him. I heard he seduces poor girls, has sex with them and then pretend they’re just friends.” The mention of that got them started talking; about the scandalous pictures that were floating around last year, and how the girl used to be a part of the Cheerleading Squad. As this all went on one girl didn’t have anything to say, Betty.

“Hey now that, I’m looking, where’s Ann?” Betty suddenly changed the subject and everyone suddenly quiet it down and looked as they too finally notice the other twin’s absence in the group.

“Ann text me that she wouldn’t be joining us today. She said she was going to study for a history test.” Marly informed them of her sister’s reasons. Many of them groaned after hearing the explanation.

“Geez, History Class sucks, who cares about a bunch of people who died millions of years ago.” Many of the other girls agreed about the pointlessness of the class. The others didn’t share the opinion saying that they could learn lot from the past. And a new conversation began and the older one quickly faded from their thoughts.

Annissa ‘Ann’ Serafina Perkinson [N-C]

Lunch- In an unused Classroom

Ann seemed a little nervous as she looked around carefully before bolting into an unused classroom. This room currently had no teacher assign to it so it was pretty much empty expect for the desks and a chalkboard. Someone entering was slim and hopefully it’ll stay that way. The blonde walked slowly and quietly as she made her way to back seat closest to the window… It was still rather gloomy and wet outside. If it wasn’t for that she would have went outside just behind the library area no ever hung out around there. It was probably because it was quite a walk to get there.

Out of her book bag she pulled a brown paper bag, her lunch. It was small and definitely not something her sister would have approved off: a bologna sandwich, cheddar flavor Pringles, chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of Sprite. She set out her food and pulled at rather colorful small book. She had an issue of a manga called Skip Beat. It was one of the few romance manga she actually read, as she found it easier to get engrossed with more adventure and fighting type ones like, Naruto or Bleach. This one kept her attention well it was cute and funny wrapped into a nice written story that kept her interested.

Ann smiled widely; she couldn’t wait to see what would happen next in the story. She was getting quite behind in all of the series she was currently into… if only she wasn’t so afraid of people finding out about it. But that worry was quickly shrugged off as she proceeded to read her book and eat lunch alone.

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Diego turned to Pete and gave him a critical look. That thought disturbed him, for more than a few reasons. While Diego was aware that his madness began acting up and he could feel his darker impulses demanding to be let out, even he wondered about that. While he had little doubt that people would recoil if they figured out what really went on in his head, he strived to do better.

'i DoN't TrUsT hIm...'

Diego appeared a bit shocked at the voice. Diego may have many dark thoughts, but overall, he feels for others, even though he has toruble understanding or expressing it. He was by no means a sociopath.

“What if we... do something, not anything deadly, just something to prevent Mr. Warden from showing up for a while? Maybe some other teachers as well?” Luc stated.

"Well, maybe we can have them catch a bug or something. It's been getting colder so it wouldn't be too suprising if a few teachers caught some colds or something," Diego proposed before thinking.

"How about also someone like Marly? Teach her something in humilty," Diego proposed, a smirk on his face.

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'Damn,' Pete thought upset, 'though, to be honest, it's kind of strange... Don't they trust me? Huh... Still, I need to find a way to sway Luc... But how... Maybe I should just let Diego do what he wants to do... Maybe he has something smarter... Who knows?'

Pete reclined back into his chair as Diego gave him a concerned look. as he looked around the room, he noticed some of the other people were a bit wary of his thought. Was it a bad idea to share it? He was just about to give another, more friendly suggestion when Diego said something that definitely caught his attention.

"How about also someone like Marly? Teach her something in humilty," Diego suggested. This caught Pete totally off guard. He had perceived Diego as a nice guy, but this was different. This would be what something Pete would say, had Diego not said it. Pete was totally on board, but he didn't have any clear ideas on what they could do. Before he said anything he took a quick look at everybody in the room. He hadn't noticed that Jon had walked in, but that's what happens when you get lost in thought about things that are more important. He noticed Diego was sort of more serious looking more than before, but that didn't phase him.

" To me, this sounds like a pretty good idea. If we do something to the teachers then there's always a chance they could get suspicious... Bt it's not like they could figure us out. But, if we pulled something on a student, they would be to busy freaking out about it... Especially if they're named Marly." Pete looked around the room to make sure that, one, Mr. Warden wasn't right outside, and two, that he wasn't making himself look more suspicious to the others. "You know what we could do? We could make her BENEFIT instead of making her look like a fool. Here's what I'm thinking. We make her slowly turn nerdy and smart, causing all her friends to leave her, but making her get better grades and have better relationships with the teachers. Of course, we can also make her wet herself. Whatever floats your boat." Pete said confidently. He figured that the other members would make her wet herself, but he didn't care, he needed to redeem himself after his poor first proposal.

I'd been following along with the discussion, having eaten 2 slices already and reaching for a third but stopped myself. Jon showed up but hadn't said anything. There were five slices left.

Still hungry, but pausing to speak, I decided to comment. "First of all I don't think we're really witches, just like Mrs. Bells wasn't either. Witchcraft deals in making potions and casting incantations, not writing things in cursed books. I dunno what we are, but I don't think 'witches' would be the optimal word to describe us."

Luc's words rang true with me. I looked at Pete. His first proposal made little sense to me. "Pete, that makes no sense to me and I agree with Luc. If we trust each other we should see what everybody writes because something like this shouldn't be a secret. If we don't trust each other, then we should definitely all see what's written because a lack of trust compels people to eliminate secrets in order to facilitate trust. Both ways, keeping it secret doesn't work." I shook my head at this, thinking of another thing to add. "God, I sounded a little nerdy. It sounded way better in my head than out loud, heh."

"That said, I definitely like the idea of getting Warden out of action and maybe a couple of the other teachers, but simply getting him sick wouldn't really work to our advantage. He would come back eventually and would just double the workload or something. What I suggest is we have him take a cruise for a week or a month. I dunno about you guys, but I think he's stressed. If he takes a rest then comes back, he might be nicer to his students. I say we write 'Mr. Warden takes a month long vacation starting today.' with the day being tomorrow since the predictions come true on the next day." I said, thinking about another slice of pizza but still controlling myself.

Hmm, what else? I really felt like another slice, but I had another idea. "I dunno about you guys, but I still can't get over what Becky did to me. I can't say I totally loved the Cheerleader life and want it back, but I would really like to get back at her, maybe do something to the whole squad too. You guys really have no idea how fake those girls can be, and what's worse the squad last year tried to force it on me as well. Extreme dieting, tons of makeup, wearing bright colors, stuff like that. I bet some of them stuff their bras, even. I've always prided myself on being real with my appearance. The large majority of my popularity was from the fact that what you see is who I really am, and people looked up to me for that. I could look good without makeup and eat like normal people then work it off at night, which I still do. Sure it helped that I didn't need any of that stuff the others did anyway, but the squad last year never could get over it. I'm sure this year it's more of the same fakeness." I paused for dramatic effect before continuing. "Please, I'd like to do something to them, especially Becky who is the Vice Captain now. Those girls need to be knocked down a couple of pegs, especially since they're often mean to the other students. How about we get them sick with a Cold and runny nose, then give Becky the Flu? What do you say Luc? Please?"

While I waited for them to come to a decision I looked over to the five slices of pizza left. "We have five slices left and there's six of us. I've eaten two and Pete had one, which means there's enough for each of you. If everybody who hasn't eaten any takes one, there would be one left for whoever is still super hungry. If my math is right, I mean. There's only 20 minutes left to the period and the rest of you haven't eaten. Everybody who wants one should have a slice now, because when that bell rings I'm taking what's left and putting it in my locker to take home."

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Steve came down the stairs, stopped for a second it took the automatic door to open and then exited the hospital. His regular respiratory examination revealed no changes in the last few months. Just as he expected, his condition was steady for a while now after all. Steve took his cell phone out of his pocket to check the time. He was done with the examination faster than he had expected, which meant he would have to go to school after all. His mom was working afternoons this week, so she was still at home meaning he couldn’t just go back home and spend the rest of the day on his latest animation project. He didn’t fancy spending a few hours on his own just wandering aimlessly around the town either, which left him with no choice. He made his way through the parking lot to find his blue Toyota Yaris. He started the car, turned the radio on and drove off.

About 15 minutes later he stopped in front of the small house he called home. He hadn’t bothered to take his textbooks and notebooks with him to the hospital, so now he had to return and take them. He pulled the handbrake and considered leaving the engine running while he fetched his bag, but opted against it. Steve ran across the lawn; it was merely to avoid getting wet in the rain, he was in no hurry to go to school. It was just before the lunch break, anyway, so he had more than enough time.
He entered, said “Hi!” to his mother while passing by the kitchen door and headed upstairs. His room was in its usual state of what Steve called “organised chaos” – it was a mess at a first glance, in fact it was a mess at most of the following glances as well, but Steve knew where everything was. He knew for example there was a bunch of half-read books gathering dust under the bed, his DVD collection had been flung alphabetically towards the corner and some broken souvenirs from various holidays found their resting place behind the curtain. Steve skimmed the schedule on his desk.

With half of the classes already over, Steve gathered what he needed for the remaining three from different places on and around his desk and put them all into the bag he brought from behind the door. With everything ready, he took the bag and returned to the car, stopping only to grab a pair of buns from the kitchen.

After another short drive Steve arrived to school. He had some difficulties finding an empty parking space as everyone else had come here hours ago. After a few laps around the parking lot he briefly considered looking for a vehicle he recognised to belong to one of his French class-mates and double parking next to it, before noticing a small space between two SUVs, just big enough for his small Yaris to squeeze into. Steve opened the door slowly, careful not to leave a mark on the red SUV. He opened a big black umbrella and crossed the road that separated him from the school grounds.

He turned around the corner and immediately noticed the charred remains of once strong and proud tree lying on the ground yards away from its roots like a burnt match discarded by a giant. Steve’s eyes instantly found a similarity between what he saw and a movie scene. He reckoned it was something fit for the scene from The Two Towers from The Lord of the Rings trilogy where Saruman is defeated by the Ents. Intrigued, Steve continued towards the entrance, hoping to find somebody he knew to ask them for more information about what had happened. There was more than enough time for the students to spread news and rumours about what might have happened. Chances were he won’t even have to ask about it, the whole school was probably talking about this. Steve made his way through the corridors towards his locker in order to put away his umbrella and books he wouldn’t need for a while.

Luc couldn’t help cracking a smile when Diego mention teaching Marly a lesson in humility. His suggestion to make the teachers sick was entertaining, but bringing that sickening cheerleader a lesson sounded great.

Pete seemed to think they could make Marly smarter with the book, thus ostracizing her friends.

(OOC: This shouldn’t actually work, but it’s a fun thought.)

He also said they could just make her wet herself... it lacked class, but it was a simple plan.

Karai chimed in next. She didn’t like Luc’s assertion that they were witches, and she liked Pete’s plan even less. She seemed to think Mr. Warden just needed a vacation. Luc couldn’t even imagine Mr. Warden on vacation... He’d hit the beach in a suit probably.

Karai shifted gears, talking about the cheer squad, the girls that tried to get her to conform to their ‘beauty habits’, then harassed her. She wanted to make them sick, colds and flues. Yeah, Luc could get behind that kind of revenge. Heck, she’d probably stand beside Karai any day. And Karai was right, she was gorgeous without all that crap the cheerleaders did.

She then suggested they eat the rest of the pizza. Luc looked at her drink and trail mix, she hadn’t even opened them. She tended to avoid eating, but it was something that had to happen eventually. She reached for a slice, “Yeah, okay.”

Luc took a couple bites before continuing the conversation. Everyone that had spoke so far seemed to want the cheerleaders to go down.

“So, Cheerleaders then? Becky and Marly have the flu? Which means the other cheerleaders will probably catch it too…” asked Luc looking around the circle for votes.

Diego listend to what Becky did to her. He was infuriated. Karai was a wonderful and nice girl. She didn't deserve this slander. He wished there was a way to get her to confess, but that would be problematic. The cogs in his head began turning as plots began being formed. Diego nodded. "Yeah, what Becky did was cruel. There should be some sort of legal action that could have been done against her. Or some other way to humilate her," Diego added before he smiled.

"How about we get her to humiliate to herself by confessing all of the secrert she has?" Diego suggested with a sly smile.

"Okay, so what so we have for the professors? Do we have the catch a bug? Do we have them take a vacation? Maybe even Mr. Warden could go on a wilderness sabbtical to see if he really wants to teach. Some fresh air and time to think could help find what he is meant to. Guy seems kinda miserable," Diego explained to them. He liked school, but he has felt still unknown about what he wants to do in life. Well kinda. If he won the lottery, he would have time to be able to write, though he wouldn't have the massive resources of literature and information he could have at college. He wants to go to college, but not sure which major.

"As for the cheerleaders, I don't think all of them should get sick. Marly and Becky especially though. Maybe they go to a party or show up at school drunk or something," he wondered out loud as he finished his lunch and downed the last of V8 Sparkling Juice.

"So, for Becky: We get her to confess her secrets out of her being drunk and she gets in trobule for it," Diego suggested.

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This was getting confusing. Pete had no idea what they were doing to whom. First it was Mr. warden getting a vacation, then it was Marly and Becky getting drunk, then it was all the cheerleaders getting the flu, and then it was Becky telling some huge secret she wanted to keep hidden. It was utter hysteria bouncing around in Pete’s brain. ‘Do we do this...? Do we do that...? How can I stay on top of this situation? They’re crazy... I have fury....’ No matter, he was fine with letting them bicker. He would just chime in when the time was right, and make them do what he felt was the best option. Timing is everything, after all.

"As for the cheerleaders, I don't think all of them should get sick. Marly and Becky especially though. Maybe they go to a party or show up at school drunk or something,” said Diego as he downed the remainder of his V8 drink. “So, for Becky: We get her to confess her secrets out of her being drunk and she gets in trouble for it," he finished. This seemed to stir up some trouble, but Pete was calm and collected, which was quite unusual for him.

“What we need is a happy medium. Something that everyone can agree on, without having people be unhappy. We should probably give Mr. Warden a vacation, or even better, a better teaching opportunity at another school. As for Marly and Becky, we want them to show up to school drunk? Or just have them say something while drunk to get them to reveal something embarrassing. If we really want to, we could also write about something to benefit ourselves, like getting someone to fall in love with one of us, if we’re single that is.” Pete proposed. He thought that this would maybe get them to see his way of thinking, and he hoped that he could sway them with this proposal.

It was a good idea to comment on Diego's idea, since he supported me about Becky. "I really like the idea to make Becky confess. There's a party this weekend where she may be able to do it, but I'm not sure I can get you guys in. I've lost a looot of my influence in the school, and nowadays I tend to not bother people. I'm not sure how we can get into that party to watch it happen, but we should definitely make it happen regardless of if we go or not."

I turned to Peter. "Pete I'm not sure how I feel about your proposal about love, but I think it's fine as long as we agree to not affect each other with the Journal. As in no hurting or forcing each other on anything, including love. We stick together, and let things come naturally." I turned to Diego at this point. I was aware he had a thing for me, a little.

I nodded to Luc eating a slice. We were down to 4 slices of pizza, then she was asking for a vote. Fine by me. "Yes, definitely let's give the two head cheerleaders the flu, which they should decide to come to school with the first day because it's not too severe, and infect the whole squad." I giggled at the thought of that. "And I'm definitely for giving Warden a month long vacation, but I'll let you guys decide what kind."

I pulled out my schedule for everybody to look over as Diego suggested we do earlier. "I think maybe we should get my Physics teacher Mr. Glass in on the vacation. He's also strict, but not as strict as Warden. He could also stand to lose some weight, being a portly gentleman."

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The group was slow to ponder Luc’s question. Deigo wanted Becky to come to school drunk and spill her secrets, he still wanted to know what they‘d do to the teachers. Pete didn’t think Becky’s drunkenness needed to happen at the school, but that she should defiantly spill. He wanted Warden gone in a passive way, vacation or a better job. Karai mentioned a party over the weekend that was a good opportunity for Becky’s downfall. She thought Mr. Warden and Mr. Glass both needed vacations.

The others kind of just shrugged. (sorry guys, got to post if you want a say)

Luc thought it was kind of soft, but she pulled a pencil from the front pouch of her bag and scribbled:Mr. Warden and Mr. Glass take a week long vacation.

(Everyone: this isn’t going to end well, you don’t take a week long vacation without notice, unless you’re sick or hurt.)

She pondered getting the cheer squad leader drunk. It was Thursday, from what she understood, having seen the market fire entry and a few others, you could only write things that were one day ahead of when you wanted them to happen. She tapped the pencil on the table, “Okay, so I’ve arranged a vacation for Mr. Warden and Mr. Glass. Tomorrow, I’ll be able to set up Becky’s confession.

The bell rang as she was speaking.

Luc nodded to the group and pocketing the pencil picked up her bag. She tossed the journal in, noting that she still need to add blood and commented, “Let’s meet on the bridge in Daffodil Park after school. The fountains are kind of noisy, so we can discuss what else we want to do without worrying too much about being overheard.”

She stopped at her locker, then headed to her first afternoon class.

Computer Graphics - Mr. Yagami

Luc picked a computer on the far side of the room. Yagami instructed them to continue work on their pretend ads. It was a stupid project, but kind of fun.

Diego saw Luc wrtie down their first command.
Mr. Warden and Mr. Glass take a week long vacation.

"Wait, shouldn't we have them come up with an excuse or something? We don't want them to get fired," Diego pointed out though he wasn't sure if that's how it worked or if people paid in heed. He then heard Pete's suggestion, which made him suspicious even more.

While Diego toyed with it, he quickly dismissed it, as the love would not have been true and thus empty.

Though considering Karai shot down the idea before looking at him, he wondered if she knew about his growing feelings for him.

Was she implying he would do that?

Ouch, right in the feelings. He actually visably winced at that as he turned away.

“Okay, so I’ve arranged a vacation for Mr. Warden and Mr. Glass. Tomorrow, I’ll be able to set up Becky’s confession," Luc said. Diego nodded though he had a bad feeling about that.

The bell rang as she was speaking.

Luc nodded to the group and pocketing the pencil picked up her bag. She tossed the journal in, noting that she still need to add blood and commented, “Let’s meet on the bridge in Daffodil Park after school. The fountains are kind of noisy, so we can discuss what else we want to do without worrying too much about being overheard.” Diego nodded at her response before recycling and heading over to his next class, who he had with her and Karai.

Diego was working on their advertisements. He figured this was important. Remembering what he learned from reading the art book he checked out from the library, he applied to here. As he was working, he wondered about Karai. He still felt a bit... hurt that she didn't trust him enough.

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Diego was concerned about it being an unannounced vacation. "Don't worry, they'll probably notify the school in advance." I said as I reached over to close the pizza box with the 4 slices left and wiped my behind as I got up. My legs had stiffened up a bit and I wobbled a little, holding onto a nearby desk.

Was he sad that I mentioned that love should come naturally? The way he winced made me think he might be. I would have to comfort him. Can't bear to see him feel down because of me.

“Okay, so I’ve arranged a vacation for Mr. Warden and Mr. Glass. Tomorrow, I’ll be able to set up Becky’s confession," Luc said as the bell rang and I nodded at that, officially ending Lunch period. I was still looking forward to making her and Marly sick. Hopefully we would be able to do that later sometime.

Luc said we should meet at Daffodil Park after school, and it would be a relatively safe place to discuss more stuff. Awesome. Maybe I could still convince the others about giving Becky and Marly the flu.

We left the room to go to our next period. I liked this class, and on top of that I liked that I shared it with Luc and Diego. The three of us usually sat together. While the others went off to class I ran off to my locker to stash the pizza. I also checked to make sure my laptop was still in my bag, which it was. I entered Computer Graphics just as the bell rang, heading over to sit between Luc and Diego. He was on the right while she was on the left.

Class had started and I opened my laptop to continue work on my advertizement about Coca Cola. I tapped Diego as he was typing and talked to him. "Did I hurt your feelings? I'm really sorry if I did, but I just think it should come naturally is all. We should get to know each other better, maybe do an activity together outside of school first."

At this point I received a text message. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out of my pocket to check. It was from Hank. I gasped, enough that Luc and Diego could hear.

No doubt you'd heard I went home early today. My dad called and said he got a promotion. We're moving to San Fransisco first thing tomorrow. You won't have me to look after you anymore, so stay out of trouble okay?

"Aw man, why did this happen?" I spoke out loud but not loud enough to disturb the class. "Hank is moving away first thing tomorrow."

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The lunch break was pretty much over, so the school corridors were filled with students; a lot of them going to their lockers, while the others were already heading for the classrooms. Steve managed to make his way through the crowd without bumping shoulders with other students more than a handful of times. The area around his locker was relatively empty, apart from his left-hand locker neighbour.

Aside from being locker neighbours, Steve and Neil had little in common. From what Steve knew about him, Neil main interests in life were music and gaming; he spent most of his time playing either his guitar or MMORPGs. Neil was fairly popular and nosy, so little of what was going on in school went past him unnoticed. Steve was rarely interested in that, but if you wanted to hear some gossip, Neil was your go-to guy.

“I’m fine. I had a medical examination this morning, you know, for my asthma, so I’ve just arrived to school. Any ideas what happened to the tree?”

“Apparently, it was hit by lightning during the storm. Why couldn’t it start a fire in the school instead, right? It only missed by what, 15 yards.” Neil raised his voice as the bell went off. “Anyway, I’m off. I have to get to my English class on the other end of school. See you.”

“Bye.” Steve squeezed his umbrella between four that were already there – Steve regularly forgot his umbrellas in the locker if it stopped raining while he was in school – and also put a bunch of books into his locker, hoping nothing would fall out from it before he could close it.

As a result of the bell, the amount of screaming teenagers in the corridor has dropped considerably and Steve was able to get to Mr Yagami’s class without ever feeling like a battering ram repeatedly crashing into a thick wall of armoured concrete.

Computer Graphics – Mr Yagami

When he entered the classroom, it was already mostly full. Steve took his usual seat in the third row. The assignment was boring; they were still working on some pretend ads, which was child’s play. Steve did a fair share of animating in his videos, so on a task like this he never got out of first gear. He absent-mindedly made a few clicks and looked around. Only a minority was seemed to take the assignment seriously. He leaned back on his chair and stretched his arms overhead which caused a couple of faint cracks in his back as his vertebras readjusted themselves.

“It looks like we’re all set for another boring pointless class.” Steve quietly said to himself. “Yay for that.”